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LYRICS FROM THE HILLS 



Lyrics From The Hills 

A LITTLE BOOK OF WEST VIRGINIA VERSE 

BY 

HERBERT P. McGINNIS 

AND 

HOADLY FOSTER MADDOX 

DESIGNED BY 

OLOE-MARIE MYERS 




THE OIL MAN'S PUBLISHING CO. 

Donohue, West Virginia. 

1909. 



COPYRIGHT, 1909 

BY 

HERBERT P. McGINNIS 



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TO 

MY FARMER FATHER 

AND 

THE QUEEN OF THE HOME 

THESE 

VERSES ARE LOVINGLY DEDICATED 



The flowers and thorns I hold within my hands 
I caift upon the outward going sea, 

As I tread o'er Life's treacherous shpping sands. 
Seeking day after day some victory. 

So take these songs, ye winds, ye tides, j'^e sea. 

And carry them o'er lands afar; 
Give to my soul the hope of victory, 

Or lead me silent to Death's bar. 



'^ PROEM / 

Let me live as the world will let mev 

With the false men and the true; 
Let me live for the joy of w^orking 

And the good that I can do. 
Let me sigh when there's no help for sighing. 

And laugh when the laugh comes in; 
Let me cry when there's no help for crying, 

And join in the dancer's spin. 

Let me sing when I feel like singing, 

And love when love's in the way. 
For though it may be joy bringing, 

It may only be for today. 
Let me take the good things and bad things, 

And mix them together as one; 
For though the light rays are brilliant, 

Yet there are dark spots on the sun. 

Let me take the world as I find it, 

The good and the bad--and ail. 
For though our life is a mystic game 

There is purpose in it all. 
So I go my way with my comrades 

The false and bad and the true; 
And this is the sum of my singing.-- 

There is good in all we do. 



A LYRIC OF THE HILLS. 

On the banks of the still Hughes, 

Where old Ritchie's waters flow, 
'Tis there i love to linger yet, 

There wandering would 1 go. 
On the banks of the fair Hughes, 

There's my home I love so dear; 
Fond mem'ry brings me those old scenes, 

That are changing year by year. 
On the banks of the fair Hughes, 

Where I spent my boyhood days, 
There I watched the sun descending 

In the evening's purple haze. 
On the banks of the still Hughes, 

Where the fairest flowers grow; 
There by the shine of silvered sands 

Let me idly drift and row. 
On the fair old Hughes River 

Let me slowly glide along; 
In thy breezes, O fair river, 

Let me sing my evening song. 
On the banks of the old Hughes, 

Where I spent those happy days. 
Let me offer up a blessing, 

And lift up my heart in praise. 



STAR OF THE LONG AGO 

Star of the East, that rising high 
Shone bright and fair, and led the way 
To One for whom it is not death to die, 
Shine out O star and hght my darkened day. 

Star of the Long Ago, let shine 
The love and joy and radiant light 

That maketh all men kindred, brothers mine; 

Shine forth, and guide my erring footsteps right. 

Star of the Long Ago, that led 

Wise Men unto God's greatest gift, 
Shine now to light my way, uncomforted, 
Before the sands of Life and Death shall shift. 



STRENGTH AND HOPE 

I am so weary witli this life, 

1 hat now I j'ield; 
No more I long for sturdier strife 

Or stronger shield. 
My life is sad; I long to meet 

On that fair shore, 
Where sordid strife and dark defeat 

Are felt no more ! 

But, no ! 1 still shall brave the fight. 

And should 1 fall, 
I yield not in her strengthening sight. 

Nor yield at all. 
For though I lose the fight to-day, 

I yet may be 
As one who turns defeat away 

For victory ! 



SONG 

When I am gone, my loved one, 

Weep not that I am dead; 
Sing no sad songs, my dearest, 

Let love's words be unsaid: 
Be there blue skies above me 

And brighter sunlight shine; 
Shed no sad tears for one then, 

Whose dying thought was thine. 

I shall not see the darkness, 

I shall not see the night; 
The light of love that thrilled me 

Shall yet be shining bright; 
For, dreaming through the distance, 

That I have come alone. 
My soul shall know the blessing 

Of love that has not flown. 



THE HILLS OF WEST VIRGIiNIA 

Colorado for her sierras and Texas for her 

plains— 
For me the West Virginia Hills where queenUest 

beauty reigns; 
In summer's sweetest fragrance or in winter's 

crystal snow, 
There the majestic waters wind to distant seas 

below; 
And on those hills at sunset I have watched 

the fading day, 
Ju^ as the sun was sinking in the west land far 

away. 

I have stood upon their summits, I have trod 

their paths agleam, 
And on the hazy hill-tops I have pondered o'er 

life's dream. 
1 have heard the lowing cattle with their tinkling 

bells of rest, 
Winding slow their way o'er hill tops to the 

valleys of the West. 
And her majestic mountains is the love land 

I have found— 
'Mid the shadow and the silence, 'mid the 

tinkle and the sound. 



Sky-towering pines and fir trees shoot far 
upward to the bkie— 

Show the daintiest, brightest colors of the marvel- 
lous mountain hue; 

And the far off Shenandoah, with the shine of 
silvered sands, 

Gleams amid the golden halo, touched as with 
the Master's hands. 

And there amid the green glades was my home 
of long ago— 

'Tis there amid the brakes and fens that fairest 
flowers grow. 

O the Hills of West Virginia, robed in glorious 

rays of light, 
Seem yet to shine around me in sweet moments 

of delight ! 
From Shenandoah's crystal waters to Ohio's 

silver strands. 
The Hills of West Virginia are the fairest of all 

lands ! 
And her hills in golden sunset appear to mortal 

eyes. 
Like a gleam of the effulgence that illumines 

Paradise. 



Once more I see those distant hills I trod m days 

agone. 
But dreams of promise utter, there are fair 

hills farther on. 
And when at last I climb them and look far off 

down below^-- 
I shall see the sunlit valley and the plains I used 

to know^; 
I shall see far down below me the vall'^^y oi: 

sweet rest- 
Like the majestic radiance that glorifies the 

West. 

Colorado for her sierras and Texas for her 

plains— 
For me the West Virginia Hills where queenliest 

beauty reigns; 
The Hills of West Virginia, where my fathers 

trod before,— 

West Virginia Hills I love thee~I love thee as 

of yore; 
For when I think of desr old friends of the glad 
past and gone, 

1 seem to see a brighter land a little farther on. 



O, COME TO iME AT EVENTIDE 

O, come to me at eventide 

When sets the sun; 
O, come and linger by my side 

The day is done; 
O, come to me when twilight sets 

And starlight gleams; 
Then, come to me when starlight sets 

Fulfill my dreams. 

O, come to me when darkness falls, 

Sweet ! come to me. 
O, come when sunset shadow crawls 

Over the sea. 
O, come to me at eventide 

When starlights shine; 
Then come and linger by my side 

Forever mine ! 



TO MY MOTHER 

For all the years you labored for my sake. 
For tears you shed, for nights you lay awake. 
For your comforting hand-clasp and good cheer- 
Take dear, this little verse 1 give thee here. 

For all you pitied, wept, and patient bore. 
For all the love for me you hold in store, 
For hope and love that thou hast given me— 
I, loving, send my love in verse to thee. 



THE SHADOW LAND 

Beyond the sight of niortai eyes, 
Far, far away — beyond there lies — 
A Shadow Land where sunsets never are, 
And shines for aye Elysium's silver star. 

Beyond the little hills around. 
Far, far away — beyond is found — 
The Shadow Land where all is peace and joy, 
The land wherein I dwelt when still a boy. 

Beyond the realm of earthly skies, 
Beyond the sight of fading eyes — 
Lieth the Land of Dreams where all is fair. 
And love and peace and joy are ever there. 

Beyond my foot^ep's wandering. 
The season is eternal spring; 
Far, far, beyond the hills that shut me in, 
Lieth the land I shall not see again. 



THERE IS PURPOSE IN IT ALL 

We must take the world as it comes and goes— 

The bitter fruit and the sweet; 
We crave its w^eal, we must share its w^oes, 

'Till the labor is complete. 
But I feel, at the end, when we leave the last 

Of the honey and the gall, 
The flowers and thorns, we shall say of the past, 

There is purpose in it all. 
We must quaff the cup to the very lees, 

As Fate shall offer it; 
To that which is best, as Heaven sees, 

We must patiently submit. 
But I think when the labor of life is done, 

And the curtain of death shall fall. 
We shall say in the light of the setting sun. 

There was purpose in it all. 
The Weaver sits at the Loom of Life, 

And the shuttle knows its task; 
But whether it pleases our lives or no 

He never pauses to ask. 
For the plan of the Lord is a thing Divine— 

And human creatures are small; 
But 1 feel we shall say on the earth's last day, 

There was purpose in it all. 



O, ray of light, in the darkened room- 
O, welcome hope, tho' small-- 

O, rose in the desert ! O, desrest bloom ! 
O, the sweet that mingles with gall ! 

O, thread of gold on the dismal loom- 
There is purpose in it all ! 



SANCTUARY 
My fragile craft, so small and frail, 

I boldly seaward sail; 
And though upon some rocky reef. 
My boat goes down* and I shall fail. 
Her heart beats steadfa^ in belief 

And I have won the Grail. 

The futile strife, the deep regret, 

I gladly now forget; 
Once more I ca^ upon the mere — 
My helm guides safe — the prize I get; 
No night is dark, no sea is dreeu:. 

While she shall love me yet. 



SAILOR'S GOOD NIGHT 
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Good night dear heart; I'll think of thee, As outward honud I face the sea. 
And then when sunset shadows creep. Over the grim and boundless deep , 
Good niKht my love, I'll dream of thee, For love shall live with joij and me. 



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In fl 'he fast re sed ln?fihore. F idi's from my stebt and is no more. 
And hMe from Eiy diu fad ing sicht IHy love, I'll think of thee, good night. 
And faraway uj) om the deep. Thy sougs shall sing me soft to sleey. 






SAILOR'S GOOD NIGHT 

Good night. 
Dear hee\rt; I'll think of thee, 
As outward bound I face the sea, 
Until the fast receding shore 
Fades far away and is no more 

In sight. 

And then 
When snuset shadov/s creep 
Over the grim and boundless deep. 
And hide from my dim fading sight 
My love, I'll dream of thee, good night- 

Again. 

Good night. 
My love; sweet dreams to thee 
For love shall live with you and me; 
And far away upon the deep. 
Thy songs shall sing me soft to sleep. 

Good night. 



BE THOU WITH ME 

Be thou with me, O Lord divine, 
Be thou my Hght and guiding star; 
Let this poor tainting heart of mine, 
Be led unto thy portals far. 

Take thou mv soul in flight to thee. 
And keep me safe from sorrow's day; 
When far upon life's stormy sea, 
Guide thou me to thy shelt'ring bay. 

Be thou with me, and ever keep 
My fragile craft secure from harm; 
And when upon the boundless deep, 
Give thou to me thy guiding arm. 

And when at last I reach th\t shore, 
Through sin and sorrow's darkest night; 
Where toil and strife are felt no more, 
Be thou with me, my guiding light. 



SEMPER FIDELIS 

Though thou hast gone away, my dear, 

Thy love is with me yet; 
Thy presence still is ever near— 

I shall not thee forget; 
And though I'm far away at sea, 
My love, rU send a kiss to thee— 

" I never shall forget. " 



GOOD-EY 

Good-by, Marie; 
One kiss from thee 

And then we part; 
Still love [or thee 
Shall ever be 

Shrined in my heart I 

Good-by, my dear; 
The fading year 

May pass and die; 
Yet love for thee- 
My sweet, Marie, 

Can never die ! 



SONG 

From the far od lands I come to thee, 

Thou love of my heart's desire, 
As the weary toil-worn wanderer, 

Seeks shelter by the flaming fire. 
And then on the breeze of the night wind, 

iMy spirit is rocked to sleep 
Ey the dream ar.d light of thy ber^uty. 

As I sigh forth/ love to keep. 

in the morn. I arise and think of thee. 

My spirit guide afar. 
As the wind and wave tossed seaman, 

Looks up for his guiding star. 
At night I v/rack en a bed of pain 

When I haply think of thee. 
And my soul lies sad in thj'^ disdain 

Or glad in the love to be. 



THE UNFORGOTTEN 

The flower you gave me when we parted last. 

Died in my hand; 
Like leaves that fall at winter's blighting blast. 

O'er barren land. 

No more that flower with love's sweet breath, 

Hope fo me give; 
The stem alone reminds me of that death 

That I shall live. 

I came. I went. Perchance you kept my smile 

And then forgot; 
But I — the one who loved you all the while 
Forgetteth not. 



SUNSET ON THE SEA. 

The evening shadows darkening fall, 

Over the sunlit sea; 
The twilight deepens over all 

In shadow^ mystery. 
Now where are they that o'er the bay 

Once glided herewith me ? 
In drifting boat they are afloat. 

Bound for the shoreless see. 

The sea-gulls fly low o'er the sea; 

The sun sinks in the west; 
The shadows darken o'er the lea 

And all the world's at rest. 
Where is my dear that once down here 

Beside the surging sea. 
Made vows to me her love would be, 

For all eternity ! 

1 he darkness deepens o'er the land, 

And night holds silent sway; 
The flood tide surges o'er the strand 

Along the gloaming bay. 
And through the night till morning light, 

1, loving, think of thee,- 
Of dear old days in mem'ry's haze 

And thy inconstancy. 



THE LAST OF SUMMER 

The forest leaves are fading fast, 

The Summer breezes moan, 
As Autumn with invading tread 

Proves Summer's nearly flown; 
The gayest of all the seasons, 

The brightest time e'er shown. 
My life like the fleeting Summer, 

Is still more sad and lone. 

For the parting time is saddest, 

E'en though the future bright 
Shines out beside the days gone by. 

And leads our lives aright. 
There comes a murmur as of old, 

For things that did not last, 
But reflection gives to mem'ry, 

Hopes from the seasons past. 

To think of the golden days now gone. 

Still bright in memory's trail; 
To view the ways of the living. 

Should to our lives avail. 
But though every parting season 

Shall bring to you some grief, 
Good deeds and thoughts and bad ones ar; 

All gathered in time's sheaf. 



And ever up from the woodland 

There conies a haunting moan 
A voice of Muses sighing — 

The golden summer flown. 
But a dream of promise utters, 

That somewhere farther on, 
There will come a brighter season 

Than the fairest Summer gone. 



DRIFTWOOD 

Driftwood from many lands, 

Brouglit by the swish and surge of the sea» 
Intermingles with shifting sands 

That lie along life's lea, 

By Time's unresting sea. 

Driftwood, the waste of years, 

Fragments of fruitless paths of yore; 

Fallen and dead the tears 
That I have kept in store. 
For the end is —Evermore. 

They sing on the golden strand, 

The Prophet-Sirens — three. 
Sing of a sun-lit land — 

Of a golden land — To Be — 

On the other side o* the sea. 

Drift as the ages drift away. 

As rivers run to the sea- 
Drift and ruin and decay 

Ibive taken m}^ heart from me— 

Have stolen my victory. 



" I LOVE THEE, LOVE, WITH ALL MY HEART 

Across the lapse of many years, 

My eyes bedimmecl with love-lorn tears,— 

No sign, nor word shall I impart 

To you, my Love but as of old, 

With these my w^ords, my love I've told — 

" I love thee. Love, with all my heart. " 

Remember yet, my Love, my dear. 
The love i love from year to year; 
For love still lingers in my heart; 
And though I'm far away at sea, 
My Love, I'll send one note to thee — 
" I love thee, Love, with all my heart." 



OH. GIVE ME A GLIMPSE OF ThlL OLD JlhlE 

Oh, give me a glimpse of the old time, 

And the swish of the surging sea; 
And give me a glimpse of the old days 

That shall never come back to me. 
Oh, give me the gold of the autumn, 

And the call of querulous quail; 
And give me a chord on the Harp of Time, 

To tune for my sad heart's wail. 

Oh, give me a glimpse of the old time. 

When my life was bright and fair; 
And take from my heart the grief and pain 

That so long have been struggling there. 
Oh, give me the song of the flood tide, 

And the swish of the surging sea. 
And give me a glimpse of the old days. 

That shall never came back to me 1 

Oh, give me the strength to live and work. 

Till the darkness of death shall come 
And give me strength to utter my song 

Till my lips be stricken dumb; 
Oh, give me the song of the floocl-tide. 

And the swish of the surging sea. 
And a glimpse of the great wide ocean 

That has stolen my ship from mc. 



THE DRIFTING SHIP 

A wreck-strewn ship in a stormy sea. 
Far off from the port it was bound; 

O tell me winds of the restless sea 

Of the loved ones we have not found ? 

A derelict ship adrift in the sea. 

Far off from the sheltering shore; 

Answer O waves of the surging sea- 
Will the loved ones return no more ? 



THE FACE OF MY DREAMS 

Bright visions of the past and gone 

Allure me on— 
When your fair face within my dream 

Brings love's sweet beam. 

The darkness of the dreary night 

Makes glorious light 
Shine round my life and guide me on 

Though thou hast gone. 

A spark of hope, love and desire, 

Rekindles fire- 
When you, dear love, so sweet and fair. 

Seem ever there. 

The dreams that now to me recall 

My all in all- 
Give strength to bear this still, sad life, 

Free from all strife. 

The love that Fstill bear for thee 

Untrammeled, free; 
Shall e'er remain, my life, a part,— 

Friend of my heart I 



AU REVOIR 

thou, sweet maid, whose magic art, 
And love's fond witchery. 

Enshrines thy face within my heart— 

A last farewell to thee ! 
It is with tears and vain regret 

That we must part to-day; 
Wilt thou remember or forget 

The one who goes away ? 

Wilt thou not think of him who loved 

When far away at sea ? 
And still with tears be doubly moved 

If 5'ou could no more see, 
The face of one, who sad and lone, 

Can never thee forget; 
Whose life is lived for thee alone, 

Whose thoughts are of thee yet ! 

My love, once more farewell to thee, 
For we may meet no more; 

1 sadly sail the outv/ard sea. 

Far from the sheltVing shore. 
And when at last far off at sea 

Amid the wild waves sweep, 
I shall, though dying, think of thee 

If thou my love should keep. 



THE TIDE OF YEARS 

Alone, I stand upon tlie wave-swept shore, 
A speli of solitude surrounds my soul; 
The ebb and flow of Time's unceasing tide 
O'erwheims me now amid the dusk and dark- 
ening gloom. 
Here on the shore the restless years break one 

by one, 
With vain recoil, and there unfold the treasured 

tide. 
A little gem that glistens here among the sands, 
Gleams for a moment and eludes my eager sight; 
And so 1 grope alone upon the shifting shore. 
And vainly try to solve the mystery. 
The surging sea wears back the shore whereon 

1 stand, 
And sinking sands shall be borne outward to the 

deep; 
Yet other sands shall fill the vacancy, 
And I shall leave unfound the treasures that 

I seek. 



i too, at last, shall be swept on that tide 
Unknowingly, with boundless sweep and surge 

sublime; 
That bears no foam — the burdened Tide of Years, 
And carried far beyond the waking world,-- 
To that far shore where riseth the unending dawn 

And leave the mystery on my lips unsaid. 



FAREWELL 

Farewell— it is a benediction,— not good-by; 

To wish you well and clasp your hand ere we 

depart 
Is not good-by; for in that distant land there lie 
The thoughts of our sad parting, and bind once 

more the heart. 

Farew^ell, dear friend ! The tender hand clasp 

that you gave. 
Shall bind us-and through the lapse of separating 

years 
Will add new joy to life, shall give me hope and 

save 
My soul the saddening anguish of my long pent 

tears. 

Farewell ! A one last look, a clasp of your fair 

hand 
And then we part, to travel all alone the way, 
But deep within my heart I still shall understand 
The meaning of the farewell that you said to-day. 



DESIRE 

O for a sigh of the summer, 

For the bloom of a new born day- 
O for the flowers of springtime 

And a breath of the bright sweet May; 
O for the sound of the songster 

That sang so sweet by my door, 
And my heart is filled with longing 

For 1 shall hear his song no more. 

O for a sweet southern zephyr. 

And my maid so sweet and fair,- 
With a sound of the song she sang 

When the south wind kissed her hair; 
With a kiss from her lips so softly 

That sadness stole away, 
And I live in the hope eternal 

Of another such a day. 

The spring returns with its blooming- 
Yet no joy is there for me, 

My dear, little, bright eyed maiden 
When I am away from thee. 

And I live in hope for the future 
That somewhere over the sea, 

This maid so sweet, so lovely 
Is waiting in love for me. 



O for the glimpse of the old time. 

With its rays of joyous light; 
But the past is dead and gone 

It seemeth to me in a night. 
Yet I live with a single purpose 

Of finding my bride to be, 
And neither earth, nor hell, nor time 

Can take her away from me. 



A SONG OF HOPE 

No night so dark but coming dawn 

Shall show the light; 
No one so blind but time erelong 

Revealeth sight; 
No day so long but eventide 

Shall see its close; 
No life so sad but love and hope 

Shall free its woes. 
No work so great but plodding toil 

Shall see it done; 
No fight so fierce but God shall see 

That right has won. 



THE STREAM OF SILVER RUN 

Little streamlet,— fair and free 
Sing your song— so sweet to ine ! 
Of your onward rushings to the lar off sea; 
'Cause I love your bonnie banks 
And your dimpled dells and danks, 
Silver streamlet — take my thanks ! 

Little brooklet-sing a song 
Of the happy days agone— 
Of the bright days farther on, 
As you laughing dash and dip, 
From the hill spring to the ship, 
As a lover, press my lip ! 

And sing how it used to be, 
When I'd truantly come to thee, 
Spend the evening near thy swishing melody; 
Sing the song from very start, 
Sing it, every little part 
For it maketh fondest music for my heart. 



Little streamlet—laugh and leap, 
Do not let nfie Idly weep, 
Sing me, childlike— till I sink in softest sleep; 
And then sing me soft and low 
The old dreams of long ago, 
Sing me songs I used to know. 

Fair stream of Silver Run, 
Lightly laughing, -playful run 
From the snow lands to the southern sun; 
Let the shine of silvered sands. 
Glinting, gleam upon my harcKi, 
In rememberance—faire^t LukU 1 



MARIE 

Little maicien, sweet and fair, 
Let the love-light linger there, 

In thy beaming eyes I 
Sing and soothe my grief to sleep. 
Ever love's fond treasures keep. 

Love's sweet sacrifice ! 

What through lapse of fading years, 
Time cannot forget love's tears. 

That I shed for thee ! 
Love shall live with you and me. 
Love through life — eternity. 

Dearest. — my Marie ! 



LIFE SCULPTURE 

The rough rock in all nature's grandeur stands 
Unhewn; unchisled by the Sculptor's hands; 
And then the Sculptor carves and cuts away 
All roughness: yet the tomb stands for a day. 

We all are stones, unhewn, yet we shall be 
Carved by our own hands to our own destiny; 
We, too, shall last a little hour, and then 
Leave only trails of dust where we have been. 



1 USED TO BE BESIDE HER 

I used to be beside her, but now 1 know I'm not. 
The kisses and the candy have been silently 

forgot; 
I used to be beside her,-in the parlor over there, 
But now another feller is sittin' in my chair. 

1 used to be beside her in the dim, dead long 

ago, 
But now another feller has taken her in tow; 
I took her to the opera-the other things that be. 
But now another feller is takin' her for me. 

I used to say, " I loved her; " that was in days 

gone by. 
But now upon reflection I know I told a lie; 
I used to be beside her— that was the other day, 
But since I'm not beside her-I'd rather stay away. 



HE RULETH OVER ALL 

I know by the winds that greet us, 
By the winter snows that fall- 
That God is the Lord Almighty 
Who ruleth o^-er ail. 
I know by the dews of summer. 
By the bounteous rains that fail, 
That God is the good fond Shepherd 
Who ruleth over all. 

i know by the skies above us. 

By the flowers along the v/ay, 

That God is the good fond Shepherd 

Who cares for us alway. 

I know by the flowing rivers, 

By the stars that shine so bright, 

That God is the Lord Almighty 

Who doeth all things right, 

I know by the green of springtime, 
By the little plants that peep, 
That God is the good fond Shepherd 
Who careth for his sheep. 
I know by the gold of harvest, 
By the little buds that swell- 
That God is the Lord Almighty 
Who doeth all things well. 



L'ESPERANCE D' AMOUR 

Dark is the day- 
And long the way- 
When love is gone 

Bright is the light- 
And fair the nigh- 
When love is come. 

Glad is the heart- 
When you impart— 
The hope of love ! 

Free from all strife- 
Then is my life- 
Like that above ! 



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AM COIN' TO STAY AT GRAN'MA'S 

I'm goin' back to gran'ma's* 

I'm goin' back to stay; 
For there a kid can have a time 

A-havin' his own way. 
They never scold me there a bit, 

And I can play and run; 
I'm goin' to stay at gran'ma's 

Where a kid can have some fun. 

I lost my new hat fishin' 

And got all wet and cold, 
But gran'ma said she liked to fish 

And never liked to scold. 
I tore my new knee britches 

A-slidin' down the fence. 
But she just went and patched them 

As if 'twas no expense. 

I'm goin' back to gran'ma's 

And play with uncle Bill; 
I'ra goin* to ride the pony, 

Or sleigh ride down the hill. 
They know a boy's feelin's best 

And let him have his way; 
Oh, I'm goin' back to gran'ma's, 

I'm goin* back to stay. 



TO AN OLD TIME FRIEND 

Do you remember friend, 
Those evenings spent together ?— 
When for a stroll along the woodlad path- 
Locked arms we trod the well worn road, and in 
The fading sunset of that far off land. 
We drezoned of better days ? 

Do you remember 
That last eve, when the friendship of long years 
Was broken; when we went forth upon that path 
For the Ifiist time ?— Do you remember 
The sad parting — that last embrace — the tender 

f2urewell spoken ?— 
We sadly broke those vows, for bitter words were 

apoken,-- 
Those cruel words, how little was their meaning ! 
And yet we took them to our hearts. 

All this, and more comes to my fading sight; 
Harsh words, then spoken in youthful folly 
Have been subdued, and in our hearts, mellowed 
By the unresting sea of intervening yearai. 



Once more 
My heart calls back its home-the home to be; 
At sunset now I seem to see arise 
Those distant hills I trod in days agone; 
And once again my eyes are filled with tears, 
For the old ties of heart and home 
Are reunited. 

I love again to stroll that woodland path- 
To breathe anew sweet fragrant flowers; 
To live amid those dear old scenes, once more 
To know the fellowship of dear old friends. 
To know thy heart and take it to its home, 
W here dwelleth ever more 

The love of one so fair. 



THE WIND AND THE WAVE 

The Wind is a reckless rover, 

As he sings his saddening song; 
From plain and from mountain over 

He sighs as he sweeps along. 
He is never still but wails at will, 

And shrieks through the swaying trees; 
The songs he sings and the sadness he brings 

Are felt in his every breeze. 

But the Wave is a laughing billow, 

Tossed over the wind swept sea — 
And he finds for his rest a pillow, 

Far off on the shores of glee; 
Wherever you go, his glad echo 

Comes to sing a sweet refrain,-- 
" Some joy in sadness, some good in badness; ^ 

And I swoon in his joyous strain. 

Welcome are both the songs they sing, 

And I know not which is best,— 
Whether the Wave would gladness bring. 

Or the West Wind wild unrest; 
I yet shall go on my way of woe— 

And my path of hope or pain. 
Shall be made glad by the sweet or the sad. 

For they sing the self-same strain. 



INCONSTANCY 

They perish all—those dear old hopes of love, 

When grows inconstant and untrue thy heart; 

For it is love unwown that does impart 

The biting sting of unwon and unknon love. 

Still with a voice unsteady, I know, 

I tell of fierce, undying love within. 

Ere I leave thee, without love's kiss, I go 

Unto another world of endless woe— 

Ever and ever to roam that field 

Of love unwon,— and yet I shall not see 

Those fairer hands that fate my destiny. 

And when at last the first known love shall yield. 

Tell me again thou lovest as of yore,— 

Say once again thou lovest yet still more. 



TO RICHARD REALF 

Me wore no crown or laurelled v/reath of fame; 

The world too little recognized his worth. 

But now, upon the mention of his name 

We see new light, a brighter, better earth. 

He lived in weary Toil and sordid Strife, 

Surrounded with Defeat and dark Despair: 

Yet sang so sweet his joyous songi of life 

That none would say that sorrow struggled there 

Within his heart; yet joyous strains are sighed, 

Oft times, from hearts where sunlight never shed. 

And when by his own hand he willing died, 

He sang of love so none know he is dead, — 

" He loved his fellows, and their love was sweet; 

Plant daisies at his head and at his feet. " 



A FRAGMENT 

Upon the shore a broken oar 
Brought by the wind swept sea; 
A drifting boat at sea afloat — 
Answer O waves to me — 
Where may the boatman be ? 

Up from the night morn's radiant Hght 
Bringeth the glad new day; 
The broken oar is seen no more, — 
The waves sweep on, and say — 
■Life's changing, varied way.' 



REWARD 

If this I give 
Should bring some pleasure to a weary soul, 
I shall not vainly live, 
Yet reach my goal. 

If this 1 write 
Should show the weary wanderer the way, 
I shall not feel the night, 
Nor cares of day. 

If what I do 
Should at the close of day be called well done 
Though my good deeds are few, 
1 shall have won. 

If this I say 
Should give some pleasure to the sorrowing brea^ , 
I shall at close of day 
Have earned my re^. 

So then 1 go 
As one who toils afield through all the day. 
And care not what— or know 
What is the pay. 



SUPPLICATION 

I have spoken my word, and now I am done, 
I care not for battles or vic5tories won; 
Give me strength to live as bejft I may, 
If not, let me pass unseen away. 

Donohue, West Virginia. 

July 13, 1909. 



F © e m s 

BY 
HOADLY FOSTER MADDOX 



TO YOU 

WHO PLEASURE FIND 

IN THIS WEAK VERSE OF MINE 

WHO E'ER YOU ARE 

WHERE E'ER YOU BE 

ACCEPT THIS TOKEN FRIEND FROM ME 



PRELUDE 

Outward upon the raging sea 

Of yet unfathomed life, 
I cast these songs of grief and glee 

To mingle with the strife. 

Go forth, dear idols of my heart, 

Poor songs of joy and pain, 
If you to one some joy impart 
I have not sung in vain. 
Kenna, W. Va. 
July 4. 1909. 



ODE TO WEST VIRGINIA 

West Virginia, rough and rugged. 
Dearest state from shore to shore: 
Thou hast been a child of glory. 
But thy future shall be more. 

Land where brooks and babbling streamlets 
Wind their gentle course along; 
Land where streams and wind-kissed forests 
Sing a wild primeval song. 

Oh, thy lofty sun-kissed mountains 
Crowned in everlasting blue ! 
Oh, thy pleasant fruitful valleys 
Radiant, touched with silver dew ! 

Land of beauty, let me linger 
In the vales and glens that give 
What no other land has given, 
There forever let me live ! 



HYMN TO THE NIGHT 

Splendor of falling day, 
Angel of sleep; 

Take thou my grief away, 
My spirit keep. 

God of forgotten cares. 
Angel of dreams; 

Steal on me uriciwares 

With silent beams. 

Let all forgetful be. 

Dead in repose; 

Best pleasure that I see 
Or mortal knows. 



THE CURRENT BEARS ME ALONG 

I come and I go 

With the ebb and the flow 

Of the great wild ocean of life, 

I wonder and gaze 

At the mist and the haze 

And the sorrow from sin and from strife. 

I loaf with my soul 

While the waves 1 eap and roll 

As I plod the shores that I know; 

I hear a vv'ild song 

As I travel along 

And wonder at grief and at woe. 

I cry and I weep 

At the surge and the sweep 

But the current bears me along, 

And 1 would I could know 

Of the place where I go 

And the one who sings the wild song. 



IT NEVER HAS SEEMED SO TO ME 

Sad souls may be truest 

And true men the fewest 

Among the wild hearted and free; 

First love may be maddest 

And bad men the saddest 

But it never has seemed so to me. 

May be that tomorrow 
Would show a new sorrow 
If we could look over and see; 
And that in our gladness 
We best have some sadness 
But it never has seemed so to me. 

May be men are better 

Who follow each letter 

Of customs as old as the sea; 

And that it's relieving 

To go about grieving 

But it never has seemed so to me. 

May be it is madness 

To only want gladness 

And live a life happy and free; 

And that we do borrow 

The best from our sorrow 

But it never has seemed so to me. 



WMAT'S THE USE TO WORRY 



'/ sin aiicl 



Vv^hat's the use to worry 'bout the sorro\ 

strife 
That always comes; it seems to fill each nc.rrow 

life? 
When things don't go to suit you, if they must go 

that a-way, 
Why don't you snap your finger, friend, and have 

no more to say ? 

What's the use to worry 'bout the girl that turned 

you down ? 
You can surely find another if you'll only look 

around. 
So why don't you stop your grieving and put on 

a cheerful face ? 
Look around, you'll find a dozen just as good to 

take her place. 

It seems sometimes that sorrow's always on a 

fellow's track, 
But you only have to show a happy face to turn 

it back. 
So when it overtakes you, and tries to make you 

sad 
Just fall in love with life, my friend, make every- 
^^. body glad, 



DEATHLESS LOVE 

What have I loved for ? 

Only to suffer. 
What have I longed for, 

What shall I say ? 
What for a love 

Full of manly devotion ? 
Love that grewr listless 

And then went away ! 

Dreams of the future 

Pale faced and defeated; 
Visions of happiness 

Shatteted and torn; 
What have I now 

For immortal devoton ? 
Face full of sadness, 

Haggard and worn ! 



WHEN ENGAGED IN F<ETROSPECTION 

Thoughts that fill my soul with sadness; 

Thoughts of love and hope and gladness 

That one time, with quickened heart-throb made 

me dream of better days; 
When engaged in retrospection 
Bring back to my recollection 
Visions that sometimes are hidden in a dim and 

mystic haze. 

Dreams of youth are only visions 

And too often without reasons 

We may hope to gain a trearures that can never 

be our lot; 
And of air we build a castle 
But like lord without a vassal 
We appear to be somebody who at heart we 

know we're not. 

When we see the dream's not real 

More than any time we feel 

It ought to be, and curse ourselves because we 

know^ it's not. 
All the world then seems so cruel 
Every day sees some renewal 
Of the dreams no longer treasured and which 

cannot be forgot. 



Then the soul so filled with sadness 

Kindred to approaching madness 

Breaks the cruel chains that bind it and at last 

goes out alone. 
And perhaps upon life's ocean 
Full of struggle, strife and motion 
It may find a hidden treasure e'er it seeks it's 

final home. 



O CURSED BE THE SMILE THAT 
ALLURED ME 

O cursed be the smile that allured me, 
And cursed be the kisses she gave; 
My soul that was free when she found me 
Is now in my passion a slave ! 

O now a vile hatred fills me, 
For love from my soul her v/ords rend; 
O cursed be the lips that have told me 
That I have been only a friend ! 

Let me flee from the scenes of my sorrow; 
But whither, what can 1 do 
To forget her face and her falseness ? 
O cursed be a lover untrue ! 



TO A SICK GIRL 

O falr-co-neci creature of loveliness 
My heart doth grieve to see thee suffer so, 
A grief deep-seated in the purer love-springs 
Of mine own soul; one that no one can know. 

Dew-sparkling angel of purity and love, 
Whom heaven s flower-scented winds do kiss 
With joy, and linger to play upon thy brow, 
And fan thy mellow tresses in its bliss ! 

O rippling river of joy and peace and love 
Whose silvery waves do lash the shor'^s of grief 
Ar 1 cl'-own the fretful fiends of sorrow, all ! 
O roi.e lipped daughter, who dost bring relief ! 

O sun of love, who sendeth thy eternal beams 
Of purity alike on all thernrth; 
Brightening dead hearts, tiry tender moons. 
Who also gloriiy thy priceless v/orlh ! 

O saH^ennc innocence! Myhenrt (i.'.'i '.'-cJ 
To see thee v/racked with pains; 
Angel of hope, my love I send to tri^3 
In saddest, tenderest, strains. 



WHEN I AM DEAD 

Vvlien i am dead and gone 
Let no one mourn that I have passed away; 

Let not a tear be shed, 
It v/ould not soothe or bless my hfeless clay. 

And let no sorrow be, 
Sing songs of joy and richest blessings give; 

Lo\'e would be useless then, 
I only want your love now, while I live. 

And let no stone be raised 
So men may see and know my last repose; 

Let grass grow on rriy grave 
And plant above my he ad a plain red rose. 

Then if some friend should come 
And tenderly caress it in his glee, 

I would not see or know 
And all unknowing he would fondle me. 



NADINE 

All pleasure would be naught me. 
At least the world would seem 
A dreary waste of land and sea 
If I should hear no word from thee, 
Thou subject of my dream, 
Nadine, Nadine ! 

No more the wind a song would sing 
Or trcjes with music teem; 
The verdant freshness of the spring 
No more to me a joy would bring 
Without love's idle drecun 
Nadine, Nadine ! 



SONG OF JOY 

Many a man has loved and lost, 
Many a woman has sighed; 
Many a flower blighted by frost, 
Has withered away and died, 
But never a thing but good has come, 
Nevsr a bat!:ie but right has won, 
Nothing has happened under the sun 
But some good came in the end. 

Many a man given up to despair, 

Mas said he could do no more; 

Many a man who has questioned where, 

I las pains for his labor bore; 

But never a question in vain was ask. 

Never a bad deed in the past, 

Never a life but at the last 

Was tragic as all the rest. 

Many a hero has died unknown, 

Many a song's unsung; 

Many a time has crimson flown 

From hearts that were tender and young; 

But never a thing but good has come. 

Never a battle but right has won, 

Nothing has happened under the sun 

But some good came in th.e end. 



SOME FRIEND IS ALWAYS NEAR ME 

Not an ear is near 

In the forest here, 

Save a bird to yon maple clinging; 

Not a sound is heard 

Not a noise or word 

Save the song that the the bird is singing. 

But the spirit here 

In the forest drear, 

From afar brings some old friends near me; 

On the quiet air 

From I know not where 

They have come, and they gladly cheer me. 



TO THE MOONSHINERS 

i do not wish my country ill 

Or bless the men that skin her, 

But then there's some I always will 

R.espect, who work ag'in her; 

So leavin' out the ones that let 

Their villainy malign her, 

There's some that earn all that they get, 

Includin' the moonshiner. 

So here's to you, you dirty rascals, you're a host 

in any clime; 
Some may choose a bonded toddy, but give me 

a straight moonshine. 
And when I get your bug-juice I'll be careful 

what I do, 
'Cause I've known a lot of fellers shoot a dam* 

sight worse than you. 

I've seen you grow your eight rowed white 

In hollow or on hillside 

And j'pack it somewhere out of sight. 

Off to your lonely still-hide; 

But never cared to share your lot. 

For it's hardship and worry:- 

You've earned all that you ever got 

And may lose in a hurry. 



So here's to you, you dirty devils, you're outlaws 

I know, but then, 
With all the odds ag'in ye, still it seems to me 

your'e men; 
You're felons and you're robbers, and boose- 

histers— may be— too. 
But I've seen a lot of fellers drink a dam. sight 

worse than you. 

I've seen the sneakin' reven'oos 

Hang round his humble cabin. 

And drink his sweet blind-tiger boose 

Until his chance to nab 'im; 

Now if the country'd act this way 

To stop the cursed boosin*, 

It would not have so much to pay. 

For the small sum it's loosin* 

So here's to you, you dirty devils, at your homes 
or in the pen; 

You're ignorant, wild and woolly, still to me 
you're fir^-class men, 

You're mean, we know you done it, you your- 
selves said it was true, 

But others skin the country a dam' sight worse 
than you. 



TO MY FIRST LOVE 

Beloved amid the pain and strife 
That crowds around to fill me; 
Thou art the sunshine of my life 
Thy words with music thrill me. 

What care I for the thoughts of men 
Whose words I must remember, 
What cared I for another then 
That clasp my hand so tender ! 

My thoughts are all of you, my love 
Of you, dear, and no other; 
My life will be like that above 
If you will be my lover ! 



HOW TO LOVE AND FORGET 

I have loved you — and blessed you 
And madly caressed you 
And you swore you would never forget- 
Was true to you — sang songs to you 
And you blessed the day that we met. 

But my joy — and my gladness 

Now is grief — now is sadness 

And I know 1 can never forget 

And the treasure — that brought pleasure 

Now fills me with pain and regret. 



FAREWELL 
O tnou, whose charms and magic art 
Have made my bosom swell 
With love that never will depart 
While life shall last-Farewell ! 
And if no more your face I see — 
Forget 1 never will — 
Wilt thou, my love, remember me 
As one who loves thee still ! 



FOR JESUS' SAKE SIT DOWN 

It's seldom that i ever go, 

To hear a preacher preach; 
'Cause by this time I almost know 

All that they wish to teach: 
But one part of the services 

1 always like to hear— 
It never Blis my soul with awe 

Or melts my heart with fear:— 
That's when v/e all stand up to pray 

And soon v/ill roll around, 
The time you hear the preacher say, 

" For jesus' sake sake, sit down. " 



INCONSTANCY 

I will not care so much for thee— 
Since 'tis thy wish--my love has flown . 
If not unbounded full and free 
I do not care thy love to own. 
'Tis not thy beauty, known too well 
That made love follow in thy wake; 
Can there be need for me to tell 
That I have loved for love's own sake ? 
I know full well 'tis fault of mine 
That I have loved, O cruel fate ! 
And this inconstancy of thine 
I now have felt, alas too late ! 
The heart that true love does not know 
I would have kept all for my own; 
To give alike to friend and foe 
But you have seeds of hatred sown. 
I would not care if thou hadst been 
A friend-and loved for friendship's sake. 
To lose thy love could never then 
A heart so wild, yet tender break. 
My life would be without regret 
Could I but think of thee no more ! 
Undying love does not forget 
But lingers still forevermore ! 



TO A VIRGINIA MAIDEN 

Sweet maiden, fair— 
Thy beauty rare— 
Thy eyes divinely dear; 

Thy lovely heart- 
Will e'er impart— 
Joy, goodness, love and cheer. 

Sweet beam of light- 
To me thy sight- 
Like light is to the day; 

Reluctant thought- 
Painfully wrought- 
If thou shouldst go away. 



THE THINGS WE NEVER DO 

It never seems so hard to nie to do things when 

they're done; 
It never seems so hard to v/in a treasure when 

it's won; 
It all is worth the effort, if we conqueror we fall, 
But doing things we never done is easiest of all. 

I never saw a joy in life I did not wish to get; 
I never loved a lady that I wish I could forget; 
I never saw a sorrow, but it made me wish for fun. 
But battles that I never fought are greatest that 
I've won. 

No time is ever half so glad as when your w^ork 

is through. 
For what you always want the most is what you 

cannot do; 
And battles that are never fought are greatest 

battles won, 
And things we never do at all are greatest we 

have done. 



I never made a failure but I planned for some- 
thing great; 

1 never felt a gladness but it came a little late; 

Most all the joy of living, and the greatest good 
it seems, 

Has never come from work I've done, but from 
my wildest dreams. 

The greatest of all victories are won from some 

defeat; 
In minds of conquered soldiers, fighting still, tho* 

in retreat; 
The wildest of ideas come at last to be the true, 
And we find the greatest pleasure in the things 

we never do. 



THE TREE AND THE MAN 

" Hark ! " said a tree to a spirit. 
Glad underneath its cool shade;- 
" What of the dews of the morning ? 
What of the storms of the glade ? " 

Then spoke the man full of wisdom;- 
" Creatures of God are at strife, 
What proves to one thing a blessing 
Takes from the other its life. " 



ORA E SEMPRE 

The world would be brighter, 

Earth's cares would be lighter 

And I would be happy, I ween; 

For all of my sadness 

Would turn into gladness, 

If you would but love me, Nadine ! 

Tis true that all sorrow 

Would leave by to-morrow 

If you would be all that you seem; 

will you not love me ? 
By God who's above me 

1 always will love you, Nadine ! 



WMAT ART THOU MAN 

What art thou man, that thou shouldst cry and 

boast, 
And pray to other powers thou dost not know ? 
Thou art the same as all the countless hosts 
That live and love and wonder where they go. 

Why strive to own the world, my friend > 

Tis greed. 
Or sing thy praise abroad ? O idle breath ! 
It were as well that thou of this were freed 
For life is but a compromise with death. 

Why boast of victory from cruel strife ? 
Death is the same to all from pole to pole; 
if not the opening to a better life, 
Tis rest at least for many a w^eary soul. 



TO WALT WHITMAN 

He lived when all around was striie and hate 
And sang his songs of peace and love suhlimc ; 
A child of chance and change that cruel fate 
Let live a thousand years before his time. 
He loved the world and sang naught but to praise 
All things that nature done, to Kim, were right, 
Where sorrow cast her subtle, sick'ning rays 
He came with joy and peace and love and light. 
He taught the kinship of all things below; 
A mighty man, whose songs have given birth 
To trust and faith in powers man cannot know 
And drove vile superstition from the earth. 
His life was noble brave and free from shame, 
Too good for man to praise or God to blame. 



A PRIMA VISTA 

A star shot down from the heavens, 
The moon looked calmly on; 
It filled the sky with its glory, 
But soon the star was gone. 

A rose grew up in the valley. 
Faded and withered away; 
It greeted the morn with is fragrance, 
But died e'er close of day. 

The visions bright of my childhood 
That filled my soul with light 
Grew dim like ships on the ocean 
Then faded forever from sight. 

Too often things that are sweetest 
First wither and fade away; 
Too often things that are sweetest. 
Are first ones to decav. 



A FAREWELL 

Farewell, thou hast left me 

In sorrow and tears; 
My mind will not leav*^ thee 

Through long dismal years. 
Would I could forget thee ! 

Why am I so sad ? 
Your memory grieves me, 

How can I be glad ? 

*Tis not at the parting 

I mourn, glad I go; 
Ne'er shall I stop dreaming, 

1 love you, you know; 
You do not care for me, 

What else can 1 do ? 
You played on my fancy. 

Your love was not true. 



WHAT MAKES A LIFE THE BEST OF ALL 

What makes a life the best of all, 

What fills a life with glory ? 
What makes the life of every one 

A glad and charming story ? 
Be it young as the morning sun. 

Or slowed by age and sadness; 
What makes it leap like cataracts, 

And roll away in gladness? 

What makes man clasp his fellows hand 

And say he's glad to see him ? 
What makes man pity one who toils 

In vain, and try to free him ? 
Be he of his own ken and blood, 

Or changed by things around him; 
What makes man fight with all his might 

For truth, if truth has found him ? 

What makes man build a mansion grand. 

Or lowly hut to live in ? 
What makes man strive to niake the best. 

Of powers that God has give him ? 
Be it to shelter him from cold, 

Or is the cause some other ? 
What makes man call another man 

His comrade, friend or brother ? 



What makes man say the world is good 

And pray to something better ? 
What freed the world from dogmas old, 

From shackles chain and fetter ? 
What makes man noble, brave and true. 

Glad that no sod's above him 7 
'Cause good or bad and high or low, 

He has some one to love him. 



LOOKING FORWARD 

The time shall come when men— 
No more with sword or pen- 
Each other will engage 

In deadly strife, 

And when each life 

Will so be held. 
That all will feel that all is well. 
When death at last shall toll the knell. 

On earth the Lord shall dwell- 
All human hearts will swell- 
Filled with this love divine, 

And all men freed 

From cruel greed 

And pomp and pride, 
Will ask not what shall be the pay. 
But know the heart will lead the way. 



HELP ME FORGET 

Blow, wild north wind— blow wilder-wilder yet ! 

Strike on my sturdy brow ! 

Blow me a song, and help me to forget 

The sorrow that o'erwhelms me now ! 

Wild-wilder-blow thy song I O take away 
All thoughts of one I knew I 
She loved me— yes— she loved me for a day; 
Her love was never true I 



I USED TO BE IN A COLLEGE ONCE 

I used to be in a college once with a pony under 

my arm, 
But now I carry a spade or hoe out on my father's 

farm, 
A farmer's life is the freest, but callege life is the 

best, 
For Todd and Lively and Mac were there— 
And Tedd^^ and Lawrence and Father were there- 
And Lizzy and Texie and Ethel were there— 
And dearer than all the rest . 

That is what they were known as, boys and girls 

and all; 
That is the way we would speak to them, these 

are the names we would call. 
Life like that is the happiest; life was then at its 

best; 
For Devil and Bud and Doc were there— 
And Freely and Billy and Fuzzy were there— 
And Sally and Sister and Widow were there— 
And dearer than all the rest . 



These aie some that were friends there, these 

are the names of the gang. 
Happy the days spent together, sweet were the 

songs we sang. 
Lif*^ was then full of gladness, life was then at 

its best, 
For Duckey and Petie and Jack were there- 
And Charley and Daddy and Stell were there- 
And Hattie and Dell and Phil were there- 
And dearer than all the rest . 



A SAILOR BOY'S SONG 

To-night I lay on a bed of pain 
To-morrow no light will I see; 
The wind will blow, but he'll come and go 
Without bringing a word from thee. 

The days seem years, and the nights are long. 
The wild wind sings still of thee; 
When work is through, then I'll dream of you 
On the other side of the sea. 

Good-night, dear heart, your sweet face I see, 
When fierce and wild the sea raves; 
ril dream of you, with a love that's true. 
When rocked to sleep by the waves. 



TO MARGARETE 

Fair maid, whose tender words and welcome 

smile 
Has often driven sorrow far away, 
And shortened many a dark and dreary mile 
Of life's uneven and wreck-strewn way, 
For all the joy that you have given me 
And all that thoughts of you shall still impart. 
As friend loves friend, 1 haply send to thee 
Love that shall ever linger in my heart. 



REGRET 

Deep in the hollow of the wood 
Strange voices speak in solitude 
Of manJy things 1 vainly would 
Forget. 

And down beside the surging sea 
Or any where 1 chance to be 
These silent voices speak to me 
Of one I love. 

The fault was mine, I am to blame 
And now my soul is filled with shame 
When 1 but think oi hear the name 
Of one 1 love. 



1 AM A CHILD OF GOD 

I am a child of God; 

By this I mean 

I am a child of strife and sin 

And know not why 1 am 

Or what I may have been. 

I am a child of God; 

By this I mean 

As good and bad as any man 

Made from I know not what 

By natures endless plan. 

I am a child of God; 
By this I mean 
I am a part of all I see, 
Of all that is or was 
And all that e'er shall be. 



MEDITATION 

Oft in the dead of night 
E'er sleep has come to soothe the weary eyes. 
And bring rest to my weary tireworn soul 
That is cast down and sad and melancholy 
Because some treasured hope or aspiration 
Has been destroyed, 
Or some ideal has been swept away 
By new truths that untiring labor found 
Hidden in the dark recesses of the world; 
To be picked up by those 
Who love to live and search and suffer 
To solve the mysteries of one 
Who made all things, imperfect as they are 
And in whose presence we 
Are like a bubble on the great w^ild sea — 
Tossed and torn by the angry waves 
Until its day is past. 
And then goes back to be 
The same it was before it ran its narrow course. 

And in the moments. 
Full of sadness and despair 
1 look up to the great black veil 



That overhangs the world 

And try to find some light or comfort. 

Or something to explain 

Why men should live and love and hope 

And not attain what they most wish; 

But all the things without 

Do not send back an answer 

To the questions that I ask. 

But from within 1 hear 
A voice, still and serene as an autumn forest 
With no wild wind or gentle gu st 
To make a rustle in the naked branches 
Of the tall and melancholy trees- 
Or the myriad colored leaves 
That lie dead and lifeless on the cold black earth. 

And from 
This tongueless mouth there comes 
Words that console and cheer 
And cause me to forget the cruelties of life 
And feel that after all 'tis best 
That things are as they are. 



LAPSUS CALAMI 

Nor could one ever love so much 

And suffer so much anguish; 

Dark seems the day, and cold the touch. 

Indeed the heart doth languish; 

Nor will your fair face leave mind. 

Effaced by gay disguising; 

But that a thought will bring it back 

Unchanged by natures prizing. 

Cannot you tell, 

Know not you well— 

O dear one ! that I love thee ? 



AN ANSWER 

A ship upon a storm-tossed sea 
Bound for a land — the land to be 
Where pain and pleasure both are oue- 
A land of rest — when life is done. 

A ship upon a placid bay 
Bound for a land — far, far away 
Of pain or joy ? O idle breath — 
A blissful land — the land of death. 



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